The old British Bobby
Alas now no more
Was known by the locals
Upholding the law
Each one had a beat
To be covered each day
Sun, hail or snow
He would walk down your way
Children behaved themselves
When he came near
They were taught to respect him
And not just by fear
He took time to listen
And his actions were just
The old British Bobby
Whose word you could trust
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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